Germany fidgeted in his seat. Today wasn't the best day to have a meeting and he was feeling too uncomfortable to stop the bickering that occurred between France, England and America. Heaving an annoyed sigh and an apology to the other nations, he stood and left, earning looks from the other nations. Curious about what was wrong; Britain excused himself and followed the Germanic nation.
"Germany? Are you alright?" The emerald-eyed blond called into the bathroom after catching his former enemy headed that way.
"Hey England?" Came the voice, laden with a heavy German accent.
"Yes?"
"I don't suppose you have any of those girly-panty-things do you?" Germany asked, his head poking out of the end stall, blushing furiously.
"Wait, you mean sanitary towels right? I suppose I have a few but why on earth would you need those?" Emerald eyes widened at the request, something must be wrong with Germany if he was requesting something for a female.
"Vell…I talked to Hungary about it and she said it was something called a 'period' vhere I bleed from my-"He started but was quickly cut off by a flustered Brit.
"Right, right I see your point! No need to explain further. I'll be right back" With that, the blond turned round and hurried out the bathroom to retrieve the pads Germany had asked for.
Several minutes later, England returned with a small bag full of sanitary towels and a face flushed crimson. He quietly shuffled to the end stall and knocked politely on the door. "Germany? Are you still there?"
"Ja, did you get them?" Germany opened the stall door, looking flustered and ashamed.
"Yes, I brought them. I also brought extras and some suitable underwear for this… Situation…" Britain replied, handing over the carrier bag and nodding. "Well, I best get back to the meeting. Just give me a call if you ever have an issue like this again" He smiled, nodding at his fellow nation and turning to leave.
"Hey, Britain. Nobody else needs to know about this, right?" The dishevelled German looked up at the Brit, hoping he wouldn't reveal something this embarrassing to the entire world.
"No need to worry, your secrets safe with me" came the reply as Britain turned around, smiling and waving as if Germany was his childhood friend. Upon seeing this reaction, Germany couldn't help but smile aswell.
Sorting out his underwear, Germany returned to the meeting only to be surprised to find everything in order and Britain stood at the front with a huge board, showing everyone about Air Pollutants in a way so simple that even America understood! When he'd entered, Germany appeared to have acquired the unwanted attention of everyone in the room until Britain cleared his throat. "Come now, Germany only entered the room. That doesn't mean you can stop paying attention to what is being said" the Brit called, reclaiming everyone's attention and winking at the grateful German who shuffled into his seat only to be pestered by the ever-active Italy. However, he didn't really care as he knew his situation was carefully concealed and that he could trust his former enemy. Who knows, maybe they could eventually become friends?